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No "Friends"
04:13
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"Friends" are terrible
A violation of contract
When befriended under signs as
“Terrible” subjects
Is to refuse to strike fear
of an honest exchange
producing garbage people
who hold hostage conversation
Can't afford much
when bonded to them
'cause they burgle your soul
and call themselves "friends"
I say
No dump trash
Everyone hop in the dump truck
And don't touch the screen on my laptop
We've got a job to do
It would be a lie
If I didn't tell you
That violators will be sacrificed
Take a look at the sign it says
No dump trash
We could say something
I guess (but I would be lying)
With cool distance
I guess
We could stay in debt
I guess (but I would be lying)
We'd stave off arrest
I guess
We could stay in bed
But then I guess that
I would be lying
No dump trash
"Friends" are terrible
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2. |
Animals, Etc
02:43
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an animal’s
Skull & Bones
scattered on a
ballroom floor
paid in full
default-swapped
security
you know it’s Greek to me
forget Diomedes:
‘til they cut November 17th
(So) To IMF:
I am effing
tired of
privatized needs,
“liquidity”
of GOD DAMN
physiology
despite the fact that we
see through the dopamine
sayin’ “Hey have you got a minute?”
Christmas comes but once a month
For welfare queens and pensioners
Lady Liberty gets a boner
Everybody becomes a loner
Your tax dollars fly through the air
In cafeterias everywhere
You fucking wish she had a million kids
Gotta spend money to make more children
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3. |
Generic Intensifier
03:22
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God loves beer and wants it to be happy, so He created Man.
If you wanna know how I pace myself, imagine a nun slapping my hand.
A guy bought me a drink and it repeated itself without much difference.
The intensity is important: beyond that, I don't have much preference.
I corrected the stranger's grammar, then politely turned down his offer.
I have to work alone if I want to be an unreliable author.
And the bars downtown can make your apartment feel like the suburbs,
But commiserating with friends while sober requires too many adverbs.
Adverbs.
Do you remember what I said five minutes ago? I don't know.
Do you remember what I said last night? That's alright
This is the fucking guy that I'm talking about: this guy right here
(Gradients of intensity express themselves, then disappear).
And I fucking hate that, but in what way? I don't know.
I've just been working a lot lately, and I figure it's my weekend, so...
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4. |
Portland Pope
03:06
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6. |
Clap Symposium
01:36
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7. |
Nobody Emails David
01:38
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8. |
Enough
05:35
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9. |
Everything Sucks
01:10
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Mr. NEET Portland, Maine
Squawk+scroll, boop+beep, synth rock band in Portland ME.
Mr. NEET recommends:
Palace of the Lightbulbs
by Computer at Sea
The gold standard for Portland squawk+scroll. This beautiful album has your boops, beeps, and allusions to power lines but includes also compelling meditations on disempowered public servants. Perfect
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Living For Dead Labor
by CONJJJECTURE
"Only Rabbts" and "Day of Caring" are just a taste of the awesomeness that is our sister band Conjjjecture. This is their debut album and it is fantastic.
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The latest album of our old practice space roommates. Give these sweethearts a listen. That synth tho.
go to albumIf you like Mr. NEET, you may also like:
All Hope / Runaway
by FLOR DE LUX
A pair of beautifully ghostly songs from this Philly group that set haunting and mysterious melodies amidst drifting rivers of electronics.
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Mining themes of sensuality and sadness, the artist formerly known as Kitty Pryde returns with more lo-fi, snythpop awesomeness.
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The Atlanta-based artist gets dreamy and dramatic on his latest release of pastoral post-punk.
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